Our hostess, Sarah was a lovely mature redhead, smartly dressed in a short dress. She welcomed us and described how the evening would fulfil all our ...esires as described on our profiles and in conversations on skype. I’m sure each of us was wondering what we had written or said during those heated chat sessions? Maybe we couldn’t live up to our hopes? Yikes.“Let’s gather downstairs where you can get rid of those street clothes. There will be appropriate festive garments available to you”. I could hear his labored breath as he wound up for each swing of his hand. "Got yours didn't you?" he taunted. "Got your orgasm right away. Well now it's my turn."And he spanked me some more. Finally he stopped and straightened up. I heard his zipper going down and he got behind me. Oh no. I would suck him off or stroke his cock, but not this.In some of my more imaginative masturbation sessions I had used a dildo on myself. I had pushed a big plastic ock up my ass - and enjoyed it. But this. . You can guess! Her aroma would stiffen my young penis to extreme lengths. I would find any excuse to brush up against her breasts or thighs. When she wanted to wrestle, I was in heaven. I would make sure to rub her ass and run my hands on her wonderful breasts. I should describe her a little. She stood about five foot six or seven. Her breasts were a full 34D, I knew from her bras. She was always in wonderful shape, so her ass was nice and tight. Her black hair hung just below her ear lobes.. "Where should I fuck you, Lillian?" I asked, running my finger though her slit. "In your cunt?" I shoved my finger into her pussy, bringing a soft moan from her lips. "Or your ass?" I pulled my sticky finger out and shoved it up her ass."Oh, Master, I don't care!" she moaned. "I only care that my slutty body makes you happy." Good girl," I answered, standing up and giving her ass a pat.My cock was hard and I rubbed it against her puckered asshole and shoved it in. Lillian gasped in pain and.